To the edge of the world
18 Years Later
September 1st, 2001.
Until, my love, you danced..
Until, my love, you ...
What is this anymore?
Is there anyone out there that knows?
Attempted Art
An attempt at art
Appreciation
A customer came in. A customer came in. Nothing new. Customers always come in. This gentleman is a regular. A kind man. He told me how he's turning 80 in January. If he makes it. I told him he will. Everything will work out. He smiled and said thank you. A customer came in. A…
Safe
A safe place
One Year Later….
A tad over a year ago, my partner and I were laying on our blow up mattress, talking with music playing in the background. They had uncovered that I was a writer and poet. They poked at me a bit until I started talking all about my worlds, my words, my inspirations, and on and…
My words are leaving me.
I take one step forward. The world makes sense. I lift my foot. The world goes back. The words are whispers in the wind. And I can not decipher them.
